SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
Ronin’s smirk and comment is a great distraction, and Sunjata chuckles lightly in agreement to the statement. “Exactly. Nobody wants that.” He offers, flashing a bit brighter smile toward Ronin, quietly thankful for the distraction for what it is. Seren’s comment, however, has the smile fading slightly — confused why it matters much when he can basically be a merman of sorts. So he lets it drop.
He’s surprised when Ronin offers him a bowl, though. His arm shifting back to normal — taking the soup. He hadn’t planned on eating, but of course as soon as the smell reached him, he was starved. “Thanks.” He rumbles to Ronin, beginning to pick at the soup while Haai settles nearby Seren while she eats as well, hopeful for any small droppings.
He finishes the bowl roughly around the time Seren’s comment hits the air and he glances toward the buildings she explains, nodding slightly. “Most of them, yes.” He replies with ease, shifting a small amount in his stance as he leans around the edge of the stall to glance toward the path toward the lighthouse, how long of a walk it would be. He glances back toward Ronin with an almost knowing look, that she might need to be carried part of the way. “We should get going before the storm gets worse.” He offers, reaching up to rub at his compass tattoo, ready to start trekking the direction of his home when Seren and Ronin are content to.
He’s surprised when Ronin offers him a bowl, though. His arm shifting back to normal — taking the soup. He hadn’t planned on eating, but of course as soon as the smell reached him, he was starved. “Thanks.” He rumbles to Ronin, beginning to pick at the soup while Haai settles nearby Seren while she eats as well, hopeful for any small droppings.
He finishes the bowl roughly around the time Seren’s comment hits the air and he glances toward the buildings she explains, nodding slightly. “Most of them, yes.” He replies with ease, shifting a small amount in his stance as he leans around the edge of the stall to glance toward the path toward the lighthouse, how long of a walk it would be. He glances back toward Ronin with an almost knowing look, that she might need to be carried part of the way. “We should get going before the storm gets worse.” He offers, reaching up to rub at his compass tattoo, ready to start trekking the direction of his home when Seren and Ronin are content to.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
